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| Snowman on Lake. Photo by Petritap |
Best Served Cold
The savage sunshine
drives shards of snow sharpened daylight past my squinting eyelids.
I hate this
place.
“You’re sure we
found our missing suspect?” I ask.
“Sheriff, we was
at school together.”
“How long’s he
been Frosty?”
“M.E. can’t
guess, ‘till we pull the body out. Someone sure packed him in hard though. Snow’s
been here six weeks. More last night, covered the tracks, old and new alike.”
He kicked at a
sparkling ridge, scattering it in powdery ruin.
“Sheriff? This
the same spot the little girl’s body...?”
“...near as
makes no difference.” Tears, blown frozen on my reddening cheeks owe more to
past failures than present cruelty of the elements. “Wait until CSI finish. Then
let the M.E have him.”
I trudge back to
my cruiser.
‘To Serve and
Protect’
One out of two is
not an average I’m proud of.
The ragged snowman’s
windblown wooden limbs wave a frozen benediction over the silent crime scene.
157 words
@nickjohns999
This story was written for Rebekah Postupak's Flash Friday Contest Vol 2-2
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